CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Boltcutter Again

Allah, Allah, Christ, don't you understand?
I'm nervous waiting for my baby's plane to land
Returning with her family from the Holy Land
Allah, Allah, Christ, don't you understand?
I walked, I wracked my brain, I ran
I can't find my people, got this travel ban

I didn't see 'em pass through the customs gate
I checked the screen and the plane ain't late
The flowers that I bought are beginning to wilt
And the Frango mints are turned to chocolate milk
I walked, I wracked my brain, I ran
They got her handcuffed to a rail down in carousel ten

Well, I knew I'd need help to break her free
So I gave a shout-out to my local DJ
I made a song request, confessed my sins
To the only friend I got knows the shape I'm in
Hey, mister DJ, help me break her chains
Get your bolt cutters and meet me down in baggage claim

Well, we would need a diversion before we made a break
I threw myself on the ground, and I began to shake
The DJ cut my baby and her mama's chains
And said, "Welcome, pretty ladies, to the U.S.A."
The car was at the curb, and I threw him the keys
We went to Gene & Georgetti's with the refugees